ey would be unable to take care
of themselves.

Immediate preparations were made to carry out her cherished wish, which
had been so many years her aim. With Jack to aid her the purchases of
material were made. Contracts were entered into for the erection of the
buildings and equipment therefor. Nurses and attendants were engaged for
the hospitals, and for a year she watched the accumulating results which
her education and fortune were bringing about.

But the task of civilization was one which nature condemned in such a
short period. The overwork and confinement was more than she could
endure and she sought rest from the weary toil inflicted upon herself in
behalf of her people.

[Illustration: THE TEPEE ON THE GRAND RIVER.]

In a grove of tall fir trees, close to the placid waters of the Grand
River, Yamanatz erected his tepee, where in the soft, balmy air,
fragrant with balsam and cedar, Chiquita could rest and watch the clouds
as they made great shadow pictures on the mountain and stream. Like a
sentinel, a lone peak stood beyond the cleft in the great divide, whose
precipitous sides rose in towering splendor all clad in verdure green.
The river reflected on its mirror of millions of tiny drops of sparkling
water, the blue sky, the trees tinted red by the setting sun, the tepee
on the bank of the stream and the mountain tipped with its cap of
eternal snow. The camp fire sent a spiral of thin blue smoke toward the
azure dome, and by the lurid coals two Utes smoked in silence. Within
the sign-bedecked tepee, upon a couch of lion skins, lay Chiquita, clad
in hunting garb, her rifle and fishing rod beside her. Yamanatz,
Antelope, Jack, and the mother of Chiquita stood by, while the fairest
of the White River maidens told them of the great happiness which
awaited her in the Happy Hunting Ground of the Utes which lay just
beyond the sky.

"If my father and my mother were only there," said Chiquita, as she
pointed beyond the cleft above the river. "And, Jack," she continued,
"you must beg leave of absence from the heaven of the white man and
visit Chiquita in her happy home. You will find birds that sing and the
bounding deer and flowers that bloom. The warriors of many, many snows
are gathered there and you will see the Utes in all their grandeur, as
they were before the white man took their land."

"But what of your friends, Chiquita, those who taught you of the
religion of our people, of the only Christ who died t